I HATE THE SESAME SEED TEST
Your personality type is: Elmo
You are cute, and everyone loves you. You are a best friend that no one takes the chance of losing. You never hurt feelings and seldom have your own feelings hurt. Life is a breeze. You are witty and calm most of the time. Just keep clear of backstabbers, and you are worry free.
Sunday, December 02, 2001
Saturday, December 01, 2001
brittany and i are the worst plan-makers EVER. seriously. katie and laylee and brittany and i have been trying to make plans the last HOUR. katie left about half an hour ago and since then i have been trying to get the plans straight. ok i THINK i'm supposed to show up at brittany's tai chi class, beishou lin, at 1 and then her parents are driving all of us to a restaruant, saigon li (except it might not be that one, it might be another one) and then we're going to borders after lunch and then either our parents are picking us up or we're going home with brittany. and laylee and katie cant stay so i'll probably go home with brittany except that it might be easier on her parents for her to go home with me so i dont know. anyway........
aLittleStarlight:WELL WHY DONT I JUST GO THERE INSTEAD OF DAMNED BEISHOULINGA SDLKGHALSDGHDL
Atea Diosa:yes but we might go to another one i don't know alanna ;_;
aLittleStarlight:o.o
aLittleStarlight:oh
Laylee2000:HAHAHAHAHh
aLittleStarlight:*dies*
aLittleStarlight:god
Laylee2000:oh god
Atea Diosa:thats why.
Laylee2000:ur plans are very hard people
Atea Diosa:thast why i watn you to come to me
Atea Diosa:so i can take you where we're going
aLittleStarlight:these plans are SHITTY
Laylee2000:this is so difficult, plans with you two are always confusing and never work
aLittleStarlight:lol i know
aLittleStarlight:god
aLittleStarlight:watch this
aLittleStarlight:i'm gonna be the only one there
Laylee2000:HAHA
aLittleStarlight:and i'll come at the wrong time
Laylee2000:yes yo are
Laylee2000:HAHAHAHAHHA
Laylee2000:alanna that wilL SO happen
aLittleStarlight:and then no one will even come at 1
Atea Diosa:lolol no you'll call first.
aLittleStarlight:and brittany will be slaving away at home working
aLittleStarlight:shh i'll come too early
Atea Diosa:well i'll be there at 1 lol.
Laylee2000:me n katie wont show and britta will kill me monday @ school
aLittleStarlight:and you wont be able to reach me
Atea Diosa:.......LOL WTF
aLittleStarlight:and i'll like sit there in the rain and the place will be closed
Atea Diosa:LOL
Atea Diosa:hahahahha
aLittleStarlight:because like. it burned down
Laylee2000:AWWWWW
aLittleStarlight:and so i sit outside it all night
Atea Diosa:i'll call you if its closed lol
Atea Diosa:HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
Atea Diosa:*rolls around laughing*
Laylee2000:Hahahahahahahaha
Laylee2000:thats precious
aLittleStarlight:LOL
Atea Diosa:ok i really need to get o sleep
aLittleStarlight:doesnt that sound likely as beans
Atea Diosa:so so hahaha
aLittleStarlight:geez
Atea Diosa:i'll call you tomorrow after my parents awaken lana
aLittleStarlight:god
Laylee2000:mkay
aLittleStarlight:i wont be up
Atea Diosa:and we'll make it so definite we can't change a thing
Laylee2000:hahah
aLittleStarlight:you'll have to leave a damn message
Atea Diosa:or something like that
Atea Diosa:so i'll wake you up
aLittleStarlight:ok hld on
aLittleStarlight:my mom or somebody will prob be up
aLittleStarlight:so talk to her
Atea Diosa:no cause i'll need to know if your parents can come
Atea Diosa:i mean can bring you
Atea Diosa:*mass spasm*
aLittleStarlight:o.o
aLittleStarlight:bring me where
Atea Diosa:to bei shoulin!!!!!!!
aLittleStarlight:the restaurant?
Atea Diosa:where else?!
aLittleStarlight:what!
aLittleStarlight:why?!
Atea Diosa:lol NO!
aLittleStarlight:i'm so confused
Atea Diosa:GALJFDSKAJ JESUS CHIRST ALALANNA
aLittleStarlight:hahahahah
Atea Diosa:I DON'T KNOW WHICH RESTURANT WE'RE GOING TO
aLittleStarlight:i love my new name
Atea Diosa:PHO SAIGON OR SAIGON LI
aLittleStarlight:well whats your point
aLittleStarlight:by then you'll know hopefuly
Atea Diosa:SO THEREFORE YOU'RE ALL COMING TO BEI SHOULIN
Atea Diosa:AND MY PARENTS ARE TAKING YOU TO WHEREVER THEY WANT TO GO
Atea Diosa:alanna its just easier on me this way but if you want to sit infront of a fucking saigonli building and we go somewhere else then so be it
Laylee2000:...imscared...
Atea Diosa:of course you are
Laylee2000:youre scaring me brittany
Laylee2000:i love you
Atea Diosa:now i'm going to bed i'll call you tomorrow alanna and laylee don't just think you can coem to borders you have to put up a fucking struggle
Laylee2000:dont kill me and eat my children
Atea Diosa:fight your mother o-weak one
aLittleStarlight:mmmmmm i'm confused
aLittleStarlight:i'll probbaly go to borders at 1
Laylee2000:haha okay i will
aLittleStarlight:and hten it will burn down too
Atea Diosa:.....OLOL
aLittleStarlight:and i'll sit outside all night in the rain
Atea Diosa:no.
Laylee2000:and ill cal u @ 9 or w/e to tell u if i can come or not
Atea Diosa:GO TO BEISHOULIN AT ONE NO REASONS ARE ALLOWED JUST GO .
Atea Diosa:OK?!
aLittleStarlight:whats saigonli
Atea Diosa:damn straight you will laylee.
aLittleStarlight:what
Atea Diosa:ok.
Laylee2000:HAHAAH alanan just stop.
Laylee2000:ill explain
Atea Diosa:JUST GO TO BEI SHOULIN ALANNA.
Laylee2000:hahaha
aLittleStarlight:ahhagha whatioahdsaglks
Atea Diosa:YOU ARE REALLY KILLING ME
Atea Diosa:goodbye
Atea Diosa has left the room.
Friday, November 30, 2001
Thursday, November 29, 2001
i finished reading 'the night trilogy' by elie wiesel a little while ago. an hour or so. i don't know why they made it a triology... it's three books, yes, but the first 'night' is a biography and hte other two 'dawn' and 'the accident' are fiction.. I THINK. god i am so confused. if 'the accident' is fiction, then the character has the same name as the author. it's quite quite confusing. but anyway 'night' is about the holocaust. and then the other two are like post. and really theyre all mainly about death. i really liked them though.
ok this is what i found to be the saddest part of the whole damned book. i'm sure it wont seem as sad now, without having read everything before it, but it was the only part that made me teary-eyed. the main character (eliezer) and his father have just been taken to Gleiwitz which is this concentration camp and theyre shoved into these barracks (to go to sleep) and it's so crowded that they have to walk on people and no one's screaming or making noise or anything and people are walking on them and it's awful and there's no room to breathe and things. ehh i think there might be more to this passage than i thought. uhm. anyway....
"My father and I were thrown to the ground by this rolling tide. Beneath our feet someone let out a rattling cry: 'You're crushing me... mercy!' A voice that was not unknown to me
'You're crushing me... mercy! mercy!' The same faint voice, the same rattle, heard somewhere before. That voice had spoken to me one day. Where? When? Years ago? No, it could only have been at the camp.
'Mercy!' I felt that I was crushing him. I was stopping his breath. I wanted to get up. I struggled to disengage myself, so that he could breathe. But I was crushed myself beneath the weight of other bodies. I could hardly breathe. I dug my nails into unknown faces. I was biting all round me, in order to get air. No one cried out.
Suddenly I remembered. Juliek! The boy from Warsaw who played the violin in the band at Buna...
'Juliek, is it you?'
'Eliezer... the twenty-five strokes of the whip. Yes... I remember.' [elie got beaten at buna] He was silent. A long moment elapsed.
'Juliek! Can you hear me, Juliek?'
'Yes...' he said in a feeble voice. 'What do you want?'
He was not dead.
'How do you feel, Juliek?' I asked, less to know the answer than to hear that he could speak, that he was alive.
'All right, Eliezer... I'm getting on all right... hardly any air... worn out. My feet are swollen. It's good to rest, but my violin..." I thought he had gone out of his mind. What use was the violin here?
'What, your violin?' He gasped.
'I'm afraid... I'm afraid... that they'll break my violin... I've brought it with me.' I could not answer him. Someone was lying full length on top of me, covering my face. I was unable to breathe, through either mouth or nose. Sweat beaded my brow, ran down my spine. This was the end––the end of the road. A silent death, suffocation. No way of crying out, of calling for help.
I tried to get rid of my invisible assassin. My whole will to live was centered on my nails. I scratched. I battled for a mouthful of air. I tore at decaying flesh which did not respond. I could not free myself from this wass weighing down my chest. Was it a dead man I was struggling against? Who knows?
I shall never know. All I can say is that I won. I succeeded in digging a hole through this wall of dying people, a little hole through which I could drink in a small quantity of air.
'Father, how are you?' I asked, as soon as I could utter a word. I knew he could not be that far from me.
'Well!' answered a distant voice, which seeemed to come from another world. I tried to sleep. He tried to sleep. Was he right or wrong? Could one sleep here? Was it not dangerous to allow your vigilance to fail, even for a moment, when at any moment, when at any minute death could pounce upon you?
I was thinking of this when I heard the sound of a violin. The sound of a violin, in this dark shed, where the dead were heaped on the living. What madman could be playing the violin here, at the brink of his own grave? Or was it really an hallucination?
It must have been Juliek.
He played a fragment from Beethoven's concerto. I had never heard sounds so pure. In such a silence.
How had he managed to free himself? To draw his body from under mine without my being aware of it?
It was pitch dark. I could hear only the violin, and it was as thought Juliek's soul were the bow. He was playing his life. The whole of his life was gliding on the strings–– his lost hopes, his charred past, his extinguished future. He played as he would never play again.
I shall never forget Juliek. How could I forget that concert, given to an audience of dying and dead men! To this day, whenever I hear Beethoven played my eyes close and out of the dark rises the sad, pale face of my Polish friend, as he said farewell on his violin to an audience of dying men.
I do not know for how long he played. I was overcome by sleep. When I awoke, in the daylight, I could seek Juliek, opposite me, slumped over, dead. Near him lay his violin, smashed, trampled, a strange overwhelming little corpse."
i just don't know what i'm gonna do for my biography report (due monday) x_x... and i still havent turned in this project that was due an eternity ago because i keep forgetting about it when we get to class. as we are studying the odyssey in a very odd way and it consumes my entire attention, also as i am eating many cheesy popcorn bits.
ok this is what i found to be the saddest part of the whole damned book. i'm sure it wont seem as sad now, without having read everything before it, but it was the only part that made me teary-eyed. the main character (eliezer) and his father have just been taken to Gleiwitz which is this concentration camp and theyre shoved into these barracks (to go to sleep) and it's so crowded that they have to walk on people and no one's screaming or making noise or anything and people are walking on them and it's awful and there's no room to breathe and things. ehh i think there might be more to this passage than i thought. uhm. anyway....
"My father and I were thrown to the ground by this rolling tide. Beneath our feet someone let out a rattling cry: 'You're crushing me... mercy!' A voice that was not unknown to me
'You're crushing me... mercy! mercy!' The same faint voice, the same rattle, heard somewhere before. That voice had spoken to me one day. Where? When? Years ago? No, it could only have been at the camp.
'Mercy!' I felt that I was crushing him. I was stopping his breath. I wanted to get up. I struggled to disengage myself, so that he could breathe. But I was crushed myself beneath the weight of other bodies. I could hardly breathe. I dug my nails into unknown faces. I was biting all round me, in order to get air. No one cried out.
Suddenly I remembered. Juliek! The boy from Warsaw who played the violin in the band at Buna...
'Juliek, is it you?'
'Eliezer... the twenty-five strokes of the whip. Yes... I remember.' [elie got beaten at buna] He was silent. A long moment elapsed.
'Juliek! Can you hear me, Juliek?'
'Yes...' he said in a feeble voice. 'What do you want?'
He was not dead.
'How do you feel, Juliek?' I asked, less to know the answer than to hear that he could speak, that he was alive.
'All right, Eliezer... I'm getting on all right... hardly any air... worn out. My feet are swollen. It's good to rest, but my violin..." I thought he had gone out of his mind. What use was the violin here?
'What, your violin?' He gasped.
'I'm afraid... I'm afraid... that they'll break my violin... I've brought it with me.' I could not answer him. Someone was lying full length on top of me, covering my face. I was unable to breathe, through either mouth or nose. Sweat beaded my brow, ran down my spine. This was the end––the end of the road. A silent death, suffocation. No way of crying out, of calling for help.
I tried to get rid of my invisible assassin. My whole will to live was centered on my nails. I scratched. I battled for a mouthful of air. I tore at decaying flesh which did not respond. I could not free myself from this wass weighing down my chest. Was it a dead man I was struggling against? Who knows?
I shall never know. All I can say is that I won. I succeeded in digging a hole through this wall of dying people, a little hole through which I could drink in a small quantity of air.
'Father, how are you?' I asked, as soon as I could utter a word. I knew he could not be that far from me.
'Well!' answered a distant voice, which seeemed to come from another world. I tried to sleep. He tried to sleep. Was he right or wrong? Could one sleep here? Was it not dangerous to allow your vigilance to fail, even for a moment, when at any moment, when at any minute death could pounce upon you?
I was thinking of this when I heard the sound of a violin. The sound of a violin, in this dark shed, where the dead were heaped on the living. What madman could be playing the violin here, at the brink of his own grave? Or was it really an hallucination?
It must have been Juliek.
He played a fragment from Beethoven's concerto. I had never heard sounds so pure. In such a silence.
How had he managed to free himself? To draw his body from under mine without my being aware of it?
It was pitch dark. I could hear only the violin, and it was as thought Juliek's soul were the bow. He was playing his life. The whole of his life was gliding on the strings–– his lost hopes, his charred past, his extinguished future. He played as he would never play again.
I shall never forget Juliek. How could I forget that concert, given to an audience of dying and dead men! To this day, whenever I hear Beethoven played my eyes close and out of the dark rises the sad, pale face of my Polish friend, as he said farewell on his violin to an audience of dying men.
I do not know for how long he played. I was overcome by sleep. When I awoke, in the daylight, I could seek Juliek, opposite me, slumped over, dead. Near him lay his violin, smashed, trampled, a strange overwhelming little corpse."
i just don't know what i'm gonna do for my biography report (due monday) x_x... and i still havent turned in this project that was due an eternity ago because i keep forgetting about it when we get to class. as we are studying the odyssey in a very odd way and it consumes my entire attention, also as i am eating many cheesy popcorn bits.
Wednesday, November 28, 2001
yeah so i was in jackson, mississippi visiting my grandparents for a few days over thanksgiving break. and uhm i am going to post on the travel blog about it so yeah. laylee is mad because i dont post gahahah. i saw harry potter on friday, as i was manually forced into the damn theatre (betrayed by my family!) and it was godawful. and i bought 'dummy' by portishead and 'the bends' by radiohead and it was Big Fat Head Day. morgan did some more sketches for her Innocent Vegas Showgirl theme (thats what shes calling it, go complain to her) and theyre all gorgeous let me tell you.
Tuesday, November 27, 2001
Thursday, November 22, 2001
Wednesday, November 21, 2001
Laylee2000:i just got a direct hit on a bug ! ewwwww i squished it riiiiiight there w/the middle of my hand and it STUCK to my haaaand and ewwwwwww ewwwwwww ewwwwwwwwwwww its AFJSLDfkj gross. i dont like dead bugs. or live ones for that matter
A mere Statistic: ::smashs a laylee with the middle of his hand::
A mere Statistic: ::sticks::
A mere Statistic: ewwwwwwwwwww ewwwwwwwwww
A mere Statistic: ::smashs a laylee with the middle of his hand::
A mere Statistic: ::sticks::
A mere Statistic: ewwwwwwwwwww ewwwwwwwwww
Tuesday, November 20, 2001
BRITTANY IS A SNOOD BITCH! I SWEAR!
Atea Diosa: OH OH OH YOU CHEAT
Atea Diosa: damn snood
do you dare addict yourself?! SNOOD ON!!
kat09987:Anyways, that gave me an idea for the CLUE extra credit thing....we could go tou lots of diff. movie places [dressed up really really weirdly] and hang outs in diff parts of town and see how the reactions differ
aLittleStarlight:ghaha what would that do
kat09987:I guess it would be a bit ..... I dunno... steryotypical,
kat09987:It would be extrememly interesting
aLittleStarlight:yeah it would
aLittleStarlight:and then we would get shot
aLittleStarlight:the end
kat09987:It would be so cool...
aLittleStarlight:ghaha what would that do
kat09987:I guess it would be a bit ..... I dunno... steryotypical,
kat09987:It would be extrememly interesting
aLittleStarlight:yeah it would
aLittleStarlight:and then we would get shot
aLittleStarlight:the end
kat09987:It would be so cool...
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